During my parent's temporary split-up, I was living with my mother at her grandmother’s house. The reason for this is because my dad lived in Middletown. And OH BOY, let me tell you, there is no worse place to live in in the south-eastern side of this Ohio than Middletown. The town was always dirty, there were decrepit neighborhoods everywhere. Gang members were always driving around, prostitutes would come out on the evening like Happy ora for HIV carriers, and there was at least one gun fired a day. Hell, one gun fuoco was a good giorno in Middletown, because you’ll realize that the hospital may not be so crowded like it usually is. But anyway, my father was living in an apartment he got for free as long as he works on it. In short, he lived in what had to be the worst looking apartment I had ever seen. The walls were chipping, the electricity was off, there was a whole lot of stains, and on the secondo floor was debris falling through the ceiling. This place was a fucking mess, and I thought living in oxford sucked. But anyway, we weren’t allowed inside, because honestly, I think there was a whole lot of mold growing inside. So most of our time was spent outside, where we would talk, explore town, and hopefully make it back home without getting mugged. One day, while we were out, me and my brother found this water fun. It was completely painted to look like a real gun. I mean, from a distance, this looks incredibly real. So, my brother thought it would be funny to take it, which honestly was the stupidest fucking idea he had ever come up with. I mean, in a town where getting shot is più likely than getting into a car accident, a toy gun is the last thing te want to be waving around in this damn town. So, while we were walking, my brother saw these two big kids. And I am not even kidding, these were some of the biggest kids I had ever seen in my life. One of them had the hands that looked like sledgehammers, and the other guy was as tough as fucking Arnold Schwarzenegger, even though he only looked about fourteen. So, when they saw us and, for no reason at all, started yelling at us. I have no idea why. Maybe we just weren’t tough looking enough for this area. They then started insulting us from a distance, and I just thought “Whatever”. However, my brother wasn’t going to take any of that. He then started yelling right back at them, trying to piss them off, because my brother is the Comeback King, let me tell you. He once made a kid cry because his insults were so hurtful… But this kid did beat women, so I guess it was justified. Anyway, he started insulting these guys, of course, I kept trying to shut him the fuck up before those guys come right at us. Before I knew it though, these fucking giants started running right at us. I am not kidding, they were dashing at us like a couple of football players. They looked like they were ready to just tackle us and start beating the fuck out of us. So, my brother just reached into his pocket and pulled out the toy gun, and here I am thinking “Oh great. We’re so fucking dead”. But, before I knew it, those two giant psychopaths just stopped running towards us and just ran off the secondo they saw the gun. I just stood there, stunned. I mean, what the fuck. I was not expecting these two gigantic bastards to just run away, scared as shit, at the sight of a toy gun. So, after that, me and my brother went back to my dad’s apartment, and sure, he did get mad because we were out late, but I was just glad to be alive, so I really couldn’t care at the moment. So, long story short, we never went near that strada, via again. Though, honestly, I don’t get why I should be so worried if two big fucking kids get scared of a water gun.